you didn’t even realize you were crying until fuma brushed his thumb beneath your eye and held it there.
"oh," he murmured softly, amused with you. "there they are."
your face burned instantly. everything already felt overwhelming. the steady rhythm of his movements, the warmth of his body pressed against yours, the way he kept talking to you so gently, made you feel like every little reaction belonged to him. it was too much in the best possible way, enough to leave your thoughts hopelessly scattered.
you tried to hide your face against his shoulder with a shaky little sound, embarrassed by the tears, but fuma only smiled.
"hey" he soothed quietly, slowing just enough to make you whine. "don't get shy on me now." his hand slid up into your hair, fingers combing slowly through it while he continued moving against you at that same deep, unhurried pace. patient. controlled. like he knew exactly what he was doing to you. which, unfortunately, he did.
"look at this," he whispered, tilting your face back toward him. "all teary-eyed already." his lips curled slightly. "poor thing. gets overwhelmed so easily."
you tried to say something back, but it came out broken and breathless, you felt too good to think straight. fuma's expression softened.
"aw," he cooed quietly. "head's all fuzzy now, huh? can't even think properly anymore."
the shame of how accurate that was only made your eyes sting worse, which he noticed immediately.
"shh, shh. don't do that." he leaned down, kissing the corner of your wet cheek before pressing two fingers gently against your lips. "open up for me." you obeyed without hesitation.
a pleased hum left him the second his fingers rested on your tongue. his eyes practically glowed with affection at how naturally you accepted them, lashes fluttering while your breathing slowly steadied around his fingers, sucking them gently.
"there she is," he praised softly. his other hand rubbed slow circles into your hip while he kept moving, never rushing you, never breaking that lazy rhythm that kept your body melting beneath him. "that's much better for you, isn't it?" he whispered. "gives you something simple to focus on." his thumb stroked your cheek gently. "otherwise that little brain of yours starts getting all scrambled."
your face grew hotter around his fingers as you hummed contently, and fuma only smiled at the reaction.
"it's okay," he reassured sweetly. "there you go. dad knows what you need, doesn't he?"
“the dynamic during sex feels less about the act itself and more about the way he guides everything” and “‘that's it, sweetheart. let dad take care of it.’” from ur fuma post like YEAHHHHHH ok im drooling rn. ur brain is so massive and beautiful
OHHH thank you anon!!! ♪～(´ε｀ )🤍 you see the vision! the control and tension aspect is so important to me... i really just NEED him to take care of me and tell me what to do
